This is a song about "Meth lab"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

I put it down your throat

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz